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nocasdatsgay · 16 days

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Baby of Mine A Spring Time Affairs Fic

Day 7 of @polyacotarweek Free Day

Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Elain/Lucien | Rating: T| Word count: 3778

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Summary: After Calanmai and forgetting to take the tea, Flora is pregnant. The problem is, she doesn’t know if Tamlin or Lucien is the father.

Warnings: Pregnancy, Anxiety, base level childbirth mentions, a baby

AN: WE DID IT FOLKS! Last day of the week. I can’t want to go through the Masterlist and read what I have missed while writing. Thank you for all the likes and comments. PS: Can you catch the Beast of the Briars call out?

Tagging: @saltedcoffeescotch @ysmtttty

Tamlin said he did not care.

Lucien and Elain both said they didn’t care.

But Flora did.

The stress was evident on her face as she turned in front of the mirror, gaze dropping down to her bare stomach. She was starting to show. New clothes would be in soon, her old ones already feeling snug. She didn’t want to despise the babe in her belly but gods it was hard to not let her worries get to her.

She was Tamlin’s wife. She had a duty to him to have his heir. What would the court do if her babe came out with red hair or russet eyes? Their relationship wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew. But they’d been so careful and then Calanmai came and the one time she forgot to put contraceptives in her system, she ended up pregnant.

She hoped it was the first undiluted magic that conceived this child. Tamlin took her into the cave. They made love on that stone and released all that magic back into the world. What happened with Lucien and Elain after wasn’t under the same pull of ancient magic. But doubt plagued her. Her plants showed her there was no difference between the first wave of magic and after. It could easily be the same with her.

“Flora?” Tamlin’s voice dragged her out of her thoughts. Her gaze met his through the mirror. “Is everything alright?”

Tamlin stayed nervous about her condition. She knew why. He was worried she would fall into a depression or worse. He was constantly encouraging her to engage with the court, to go outside with Elain. It warred with his want to keep her inside and safe. His mistakes in the past haunted him. Even after all the time that passed.

“I just-“ she looked back at where her hand rested on her stomach. “You know I worry.”

“I don’t care what others may think. You know this.”

“They’ll talk, Tamlin,” tears built in her eyes. Her worries she had been holding in came tumbling out. “What good am I? If my first born is not your heir? This is a child, Tamlin. What if it is Lucien’s? What if it triggers something in Elain? They’re mates.”

“Flora.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked and tears spilt. “It’s awful to think these things, I know. I'm horrible.”

“You’re not horrible, my wildflower.” Tamlin came up to her, wrapping his arms around her. One hand splayed over her stomach. “How long have you felt like this?”

“Since I found out.”

She grabbed one of his arms with her hand to mentally steady herself. She hadn’t spoken out loud how she felt. She feigned excitement; they were so happy when her scent changed. She didn’t want to take that away from them just because she worried.

“Honey.” She winced at the sadness in his tone. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You’ll never upset me.” She felt him kiss the back of her head. “I know you worry but our babe is so loved already and that’s all that matters.”

She nodded and leaned back into the embrace of her husband. Tamlin was the most excited out of all of them. She just hoped she could match his enthusiasm sooner rather than later.

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She officially was showing and barely made it out alive from the Court announcement party. So many congratulations, each one meant well but still grated her. She was a perfect Lady of Spring, faking her smile and when someone did notice, it was explained off as hormones. Tam watched her the whole time, ready to scoop her up and out of the room if needed. She finally feigned tiredness and excused herself.

It was a relief to enter the empty hall. Though she was not alone for long. She made it up the stairs before running into one of the two people who put her in this predicament. Lucien’s gold eye clicked rapidly as he came up to her, studying her face. She had not seen him since his return this morning from visiting Day Court.

“How did it go?”

Flora rolled her eyes. “I swear if I hear one more congratulations I am going to vomit.”

”So it went well. Good.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “And how are you? How’s my little one?”

”I am tired and annoyed. And you don’t know for certain, if this babe is yours,” she snapped. She regretted it the second the words left her mouth. “The baby is fine, Lucien. I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That was unkind of me.”

“It was.” He didn’t hide the hurt on his face.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t mean that. I’m sorry.” She looked down in shame. She’d never spoken to Lucien like that before. She was horrid.

“Flora, look at me, I do forgive you.” He reached his hand under her chin and tilted it up so she would look at him. “I get it and I’m sure the announcement party didn’t help.”

Her eyes watered. “It really didn’t. None of them have any idea. They all just assume this was planned. They all just assume this is Tamlin’s and when I try to correct them, they just -” She took a shaky breath and her hand went to the small bump poking out from her dress. “Tam says stress isn’t good for the baby.”

”It’s not,” Lucien replied. “If they’re mine, they might come out looking grumpy and be mistaken for Eris if you aren’t careful. Try explaining that to the court.”

That made her laugh. “You’re right.” She gave him a soft smile. “He’s a boy, by the way. Don’t tell Elain, she doesn’t know yet.”

Lucien’s grin beamed with likeness of the sun. “We’re having a boy?”

“Yes. We are having a boy.” She paused and bit her lip. She knew the answer but after the party, her worries continued to fall from her lips without warning. “If this is Tam’s baby, are you sure you aren’t going to be mad?”

Lucien sighed. “I’ve already told you, it doesn’t matter if he’s mine or Tam’s, he will be ours.” Lucien tapped his finger on her nose. “Get those thoughts out of your mind. Don’t let the courtiers get to you. And go tell Elain before I find her first. I won’t be able to help myself and she’ll be livid you told me first.”

Flora nodded and smiled again. Lucien always knew how to make her feel better. She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss before setting off to find Elain. He was right on that part; Elain was going to be livid she was the last to know.

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Tamlin made her nap in a guest room citing he ‘had a surprise’ for her. She was too tired to question it. Five months in and between being either absolutely insatiable and exhausted, she took his word for it and laid down. It wasn’t until after dinner that night, he escorted her to their rooms, grinning the whole time.

“What did you do?” She asked, not able to suppress her own smile.

“Come see.”

They entered through the sitting room and into their bed chamber. Nothing looked different; Tamlin guided her forward into the next room and she gasped. The nursery was finished- and fully finished. Her hand went instantly to her stomach, where she felt the flutters of life moving inside her.

“It’s beautiful,” she blinked back her tears. “Oh, Tamlin.”

She called out things as she noticed them. The walls were painted a pretty light green. A bassinet in the middle and an oak crib against the wall near their room for later. Even the rug was beautiful- her favorite flowers stitched in throughout. Other furniture filled the room, all a deep oak like the crib. There was even a rocking chair and bookshelf by the window.

“Do you notice anything else?”

She frowned, looking up at her husband’s knowing smirk. She looked around the room again- everything was new. The room even smelled of wood still. She frowned harder; that wasn’t right. She glanced around the room again and finally noticed it. A new door opposite their own.

“Where does that go?” She asked.

“To Lu and Lainy’s rooms.”

She jerked her head towards him again with her mouth open. “They’re moving? Really?”

They talked about it so often before that Flora thought it was mute at this point. She desperately wanted them to be closer than where their rooms were now on the other side of the manor but didn’t want to push them. They deserved their own space. Even with the baby- especially with the baby. But knowing they agreed to move closer- she started crying.

“We’ve been waiting for time to put the door in so they’d have access to the nursery too if needed.” Tamlin reached up and wiped her tears. “These are happy ones, correct?” She nodded. “Good. Come, I want you to pick out the curtains for the window.”

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Three more months to go and Flora was ready to evict this baby now. Sitting was a little uncomfortable, her belly becoming rounder by the day. It didn’t help that her babe started to kick daily, for no other reason than to make his mother uncomfortable.

Even outside in the garden, where the chairs could lounge out to prop up one’s feet weren’t comfortable. It was Elain’s idea to take their tea outside today. Flora shuffled about in her chair while Elain poured tea into a cup.

“Drink this,” Elain sat the tea cup and saucer beside her.

“What is it?” Flora was scared to sniff it. Last time she smelled anything but black tea she nearly hurled. Though that was early on in her pregnancy. She avoided it ever since.

“Raspberry mint. I made it for Feyre and it seemed to help with the second pregnancy.”

She took a hesitant sip and her eyes widened right before she downed more of it. She sat back her chair and made an inappropriate noise.

“This is the best tea I’ve ever had.” She took another drink from the saucer. “Thank you Elain.”

“You’re welcome. Hopefully it calms the little rascal.”

Flora nodded and resisted the urge to down the rest of her cup. She set aside and watched Elain take a sip of her own tea.

“How are your sisters?”

Elain contemplated for a moment. Flora didn’t know if that was a bad sign or not.

“Nesta has taken on a writing project.” Elain cut her eyes to Flora with a knowing look. “A romance novel.”

Flora sat up straighter. “Really? On a scale of what I read and what you read, how smutty is it?”

“What you read. You know Nes adores those Drake books. Stands to reason she would write something equally scandalous.”

“You know you love those books too,” Flora playfully rolled her eyes. “I hope she completes it. Tell her I look forward to having a copy on my bookshelf.”

Elain grinned. “I will make sure to let her know.”

“And Feyre? How is she?”

Flora held no ill will to the female. What happened between her and Tamlin was in the past.

“She’s good. The twins are giving her hell.” Flora laughed at that. “She handed off her workshops to local artists. So now she’s only supervising the ones in Illyria and Hewn city, occasionally hosting an event.”

“I thought you mentioned she planned for that?”

Elain took a sip of her tea. “She did. She’s just been putting off for decades. She’s worse than Lucien, having her hands in so many pots.”

Flora couldn’t disagree. She picked her tea backup and drank the rest before it was too cold. It was only minutes later when she realized she could still feel the baby move but his kicking stopped.

“By the cauldron I thought he’d never stop. You’re a lifesaver, Lainy.”

She only smiled and took another sip of her tea. They settled into a nice silence but Flora’s mind spiraled. No longer focused on her baby’s excessive kicking, she couldn’t help but wonder further about Elain’s sisters. She hadn’t had time to ask. Or even think about it but now…

“Elain?” She hummed in acknowledgment. Flora smoothed out the fabric on her belly idly. “Have you explained to your sisters he might be Lucien’s?”

“I have.” She replied. “They are aware we have a different relationship, the four of us. They are understanding. You don’t know them as well as I do, but I promise they will not care. If they did, I would never let them hear the end of it.”

She accepted that response. Elain studied her for a moment, then reached over, placing her hand on Flora’s stomach.

“No matter what, this is our baby. We’ve been over this. I will love him no matter who fathered him.”

“I know, I know. Thank you.”

Elain gave her a soft smile and pulled back her hand to stand. She came over and gave Flora a quick kiss. She patted Flora’s shoulder.

“Come, let’s clean this up and go bother our husbands.” She said with a grin.

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The time finally came and Flora labored off and on for days. The whole time Tamlin never left her side. Lucien kept the court running and Elain took over the kitchens by cooking. She’d brought all kinds of food every few hours to see if Flora would eat. Flora took most of the pastries. She joked the baby had a sweet tooth but they all knew it was just Flora’s preference.

It felt like an eternity passed before it came time to push. Their healer in the room supervised as planned. With Lucien and Elain flanking her sides, and holding her hands, Tamlin caught their child as he was pushed out into this world. Flora should have known the second she felt the head crown and Tamlin’s widened, what was about to happen. Of course she was too focused on screaming her own lungs out from the pain and pressure to realize it for what it was.

Their healer beside him cleaned out the baby's mouth and wails filled the room. Flora was finally handed a baby boy with the brightest red hair she’d ever seen in her life. And she laughed. She laughed and cried as she pulled her baby to her chest. All those months of worry, all the love for this tiny little being she grew in her body, and all the stress from labor hit her at once.

It was bittersweet but not in the way she expected or planned for. She didn’t realize Elain had moved off the bed until Tamlin was right beside her, hands cupping her face as he kissed her forehead then her lips. He was crying too but there was no sadness in his eyes. No words were exchanged; they weren’t needed. It was their healer who finally intervened, moving Tamlin so her assistant could take the baby to clean up and she could take over for the rest of the process. Flora looked over to see Lucien and Elain still by her side. Both of them had red eyes also.

“We have a baby,” Flora choked out, tears renewed. Both of them grinned at her.

“We do,” Lucien laughed through his tears.

They both gave her a long kiss each before the healer shooed them out to give Flora some space. They all agreed when she first became pregnant that no matter what, she wanted Tamlin by her side during the first few hours of recovery. She still felt guilty sending Lucien out, knowing what she knew now.

The guilt didn’t last long when she felt like she had to push again.

Tamlin was utterly smitten. Flora watched him cradle their baby in his arms while the head healer made certain everything else was gone and felt around her stomach. He was so gentle, like he was afraid he would break him. The healer finally took the baby back to show Flora how to feed him. Once he was settled, they cleaned up and Flora moved into their room.

After some time with just her and the baby, Tamlin came back to join her on the bed. She also finally realized how exhausted she was. Being back in her own bed, with her baby calm had relaxed her heavily. Tamlin put their son in the cradle by the bed and crawled up next to her. They were silent for a long time, so much she almost fell asleep with Tamlin rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. His soft voice pulled her back from sleep.

“Flora?”

“Tam.”

“How do you feel?” He was still stroking her knuckles nervously.

“Exhausted.” She knew that’s not what he meant. “Numb. I worried so much. I was so anxious. Now it’s over and I don’t feel anything.”

“Look at me,” he pulled back and tilted her chin up gently. His sad green eyes pleaded with hers. “The second you start feeling upset or overwhelmed, you tell me. Because you will- you just had a baby, our baby. Your body might be in shock.”

He let go and she nodded. “I know. I promise. I love you.��

“I love you,” he kissed her forehead. “Do you want to bring Lu and Lainy in? Or do you want to rest?”

“They can come in. They need to meet their son proper.” She grinned when she said that. Their son. The four of them.

“I’ll get them.”

Tamlin went through the door to the nursery and shortly came back with Lucien and Elain right behind him. After a few exchanges of kisses with Flora, Lucien took the babe first. Elain came and sat by her while Lucien stood, rocking the baby gently in his arms.

Then his brows furrowed, confusion etched in his face. “Are we sure he’s mine?”

“That’s exactly what Beron said when you were born,” Tamlin replied immediately, causing Flora and Elain to snort with laughter.

“No, I mean it,” Lucien replied through his own chuckles. “His eyes are green.”

“No, they aren’t,” Flora replied.

She had stared at her son the whole time she had him and fed him. Not once did she notice his eyes being green when he opened them. Elain got up and Lucien lowered him for her to look. Shock went over her face.

“Flora, they’re green.”

They brought their son over to her. She frowned as she took him and he grunted from being passed around. It took a moment for him to open his eyes again. Flora’s mouth fell open. Her son’s eyes were green. Tamlin’s green.

Tamlin looked down at their son with a soft smile. “The Mother has a sense of humor. When we said our baby she knew we meant it.” He sighed and looked at his wife. “Do you still want to wait? Before we tell your parents he’s here?”

“Gods yes.” Flora’s parents always meant well, but were so overbearing sometimes. “I need a few days before my mother descends upon the manor. I’m also going to need all three of you here to explain this.” She smoothed her son's red hair gently.

Along with overbearing, they weren’t understanding of her relationships. They only kept their mouths shut thanks to Tamlin being High Lord. Elain’s sisters understood. Lucien’s parents understood a little too well, considering who his father was. Flora was going to have to mentally prepare for the explanations she’d have to provide. Elain pulled her from her thoughts, moving her mate to sit beside Flora.

“Have you picked the name?”

Elain looked between her and Tamlin with her big doe eyes, innocently trying to hide her excitement. She’d been begging them to tell her what they picked for weeks. A small list was made by the four of them and from there, her and Tam picked two weeks ago.

“Yes Lainey,” Flora bumped her forehead gently against Elain’s. “We’re going with Ezryn.”

“Not the grumpy one,” Lucien exclaimed albeit playfully.

Before Flora could even scold him, Ezryn grunted and shuffled in his swaddle. It would have been perfect timing if his hair hadn’t changed from bright red to brown. Her eyes widened as she just stared at her baby, silence between the four of them deafening. It was finally Elain, who said something.

“Oh he’s going to be a rascal.” She covered her mouth and looked at her mate.

Then Flora laughed again. Laughed and cried like she had when she held him for the first time. The whole time she was worried about his hair and he changed it. Which meant her worries, her acceptance of her fate, was all a waste. Tamlin was laughing too, his head on her shoulder.

“He’s worse than you,” she wiped her eyes, turning her head to her husband. “By the mother he’s only a few hours old.”

“I still think he’s Lucien’s,” Tamlin chuckled, which sent Lucien howling.

Ezryn did not like that. To be fair to him, his little fae ears could only handle so much. Tamlin took him, rocking him gently in his arms. Lucien and Elain both made their exit, promising to come back with dinner later so Flora could rest. By the time he was settled again, Flora was also nearly asleep.

“He’s going to be a menace,” she whispered after Tamlin put their son in his cradle.

“He’s our menace.” Tamlin got in the bed with her. “His powers are just fluctuating because he’s a newborn. They’ll taper out in a day or so.”

She nodded and yawned. She then snuggled up to Tamlin to try and rest, though her mind raced.

“Will you check on Lucien later?” She whispered. “I’m worried. We all thought…”

“I will, I promise.” He took her hand that laid on his chest and gently squeezed it. “I think he’s fine, but I will ask Lainy to keep an eye on him. Today was a lot for all of us.”

“It was.” She yawned again. “Thank you.”

Silence fell between them. She let Tamlin brush his fingers through her hair until she finally fell asleep.

#Theyhadababyitsa[redacted]#that is a deep cut joke #pregnancy fic #Tamlin/Flora #Tamlin/Flora/Lucien/Elain #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #tamlin #poly+acotarweek2024 #poly+acotarweek2024 d7 #Spring Time Affairs #Polycule Tam Lu Lainy Flora #Tamlin/OC

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ripplefields · 10 months

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hey whaddya think of this [holds them up to your face]

the og :3

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune sweet #deltarune cap'n #deltarune k k #polyrhythm #safeutdr #digital art #prince draws stuffs #WAVES HIIII SCC DEEP CUT TRUTHERS #i love polyam people #this is my second time redrawing scc as deep cut [i did nessie v aliens v bigfoot last time go look at my sideblog]#they're just . they're just one in the same !!!!!#anyways they're poly . they love each otha #robots who kiss . reblog #heart

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rad-o-saurus · 2 years

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Something something deep cut polyester

Something something love wins

Something something kiss your homies

#i think about them a very normal amount #splatoon 3 #my art #deep cut #frye #big man #shiver #splatoon #splatoon art #splatoon 3 meme #deep cut splatoon #what would this ship even be called #kiss your homies #Shifryeman #wether or not i actually ship them is up to you #shiver x frye #shiver x frye x bigman #poly

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verdantmeadows · 1 year

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POLYCUT IS ONCE AGAIN REAL

Do not use she/her for Shiver on my post. They/them or neopronouns only.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #polycut #poly cut #shiver x big man x frye #deep cut #deepcut #power vs wisdom vs courage #splatfest #book of kells #Edit: my banner and request successfully baited people into using she/her for shiver so i could block them LETS GOOO #i love tricking people.

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fivehundredtwentyone · 1 year

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Happy valentines day <333

I wanted to draw something big for my fav holiday, but alas splatfest kept me too busy so take this little doodle instead!!

(Yes i know shiver looks awful im sorry I suck at drawing side profiles😭 /lh)

#anyways theyre poly and the post-splatfest news only made it more obvious #no one can tell me otherwise #my art #splatfest #splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon art #splatoon fanart #deep cut #shiver #frye #big man

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numelfanclub · 1 year

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heyyyy splatoon fandommmm!!!! i drew these goober doobers aren't they so cutie

#numelfanclub #splatoon #art #shiver splatoon #frye splatoon #deep cut #splatoon 3 #deep cut splatoon #octoling #inkling #big man splatoon #also poly deep cut so true #they're all dating cuz i said so FUCK YOU!!!!!#might do the other idols next cuz i sketched callie and marie and THEY'RE SO CUTE RAAAAGHHH I LOVE QUIDS

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blueskieswastaken · 1 year

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Hello friend, I have some numbers for you <3

7, 16, 22, 24, 36 and 55

wahey woohoo! my blorbos

7 would they build a pillow fort just because?

pearl and marina would build a pillow fort for every occasion ever. movie night? pillow fort. bad splatfest? pillow fort. *good* splatfest? oh man they’re building a pillow fort. any excuse to build one and cuddle in it they’re taking.

deep cut pillow forts are probably initiated most by frye, but big man absolutely helps. once it’s done they pull shiver in and a movie or gaming quickly follows. they probably use couch cushions for theirs, that and big blankets and pillows. they make lots of room for big man and or sleep on top of him if it’s late enough at night

(this got long! the rest are under the read more :3)

16 can they stay up all night just talking?

pearl and marina can and have! this was a common occurrence when they were both younger. marina couldn’t sleep so pearl came in and kept her company either until marina fell asleep on her or the sun came up, whichever came first :) now they stay up and talk almost every night til they fall asleep in each other’s arms because marina can’t sleep alone.

i think frye and big man are much more “night owl” people than shiver, so they try their hardest to get her to stay up with them… only for poor shivvy to fall asleep in the cuddle pile not long after they start talking. frye and big man absolutely can though

22 what reminds each of their partner?

every time pearl sees a fancy new pair of headphones or high-end keyboard or piano, she goes “oh i should get that for reena, she’d love that”. marina thinks about pearl every time she sees another one of her shirts disappear or a shiny thing in the store or even new crowns.

frye thinks of shiver when she sees sharks, or the moon, or the sea, and she thinks of big man when she lays under a comfortable blanket. big man thinks of frye whenever there’s a beautiful sunset and shiver when he has a cold drink. shiver thinks of frye on cold days, where it’d be just so nice to hug her and steal her warmth, and big man when she hears

24 who’s most likely to give the other a massage?

whenever marina has a bad day you bet pearlie is bringing her to the bed to massage her back and help her get all that tension out. plus, pressure stim for marina!

big man is very good at giving massages. whenever shiver says her whole body is soooo tense because of the splatfest he sets her on the couch and massages her- sometimes he gets frye in on it too. part of it is just because she wants to spend time with her partners before they all go to sleep.

36 who’s most likely to fire up the stove at 2 am cause their partner’s hungry?

pearl absolutely. apologies (not really) for the moms propaganda, but this is especially true while marina is expecting. every single craving, no matter what or when it is, pearl made absolutely sure marina got it. outside of moms propaganda… still pearl. she’s a good cook and especially when they were both younger she saw marina up at 2am and went “oh! she can’t sleep and she’s hungry? time to teach her to make a food.”

marina is good at making octarian food, though. just not at 2 am. she’s sleepy.

frye stress bakes, which i’m unabashedly stealing from a friend, but i also think she stress bakes when someone else is stressed. does she think shiver and big man need a late night cake? well she’s already got all the ingredients out and the oven is preheating.

shiver’s the one who actually makes a big filling meal late at night though.

55 do they like stargazing or cloud watching?

pearl and marina go up to mount nantai every year on the day they met to go look at the stars. it’s where they go to make plans for the future, like starting off the hook or taking the idol job or even getting married.

deep cut also likes to lay up on the roof of their home and look up at the sky. shiver points out what she sees in the clouds, frye talks about ideas she has for things to do, and big man listens to them both talk. sometimes he pitches in, but shiv and frye agree: he’s a very good listener.

#uhhhh #my trash sculptures #i guess?#pearlina #poly deep cut splatoon #im not good at writing deep cut yet this was a good exercise.#a small hint of pearlina moms propaganda- as a treat.#splatoon

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gyroidroves · 6 months

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Can these losers stop flirting for ONE (1) newscast

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bepisdotmp4 · 1 year

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happy 4/20

#splatoon #my art #deep cut #shiver #frye #big man #poly cut #sure. this goes in the ship tag #drug mention #my three weed smoking girlfriends #that goes there too.

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mothcollective · 1 year

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Deep cut headcanons I have because brainrot

Shiver can’t pick up much. Their the weakest of the group. You’d think Big man is the strongest, nah man, Frye is able to pick both up with no issues. Big man does have strength don’t get me wrong but Frye is the strongest

Shiver is the fastest though. Big man is pretty slow ngl

They all have half a braincell between them. Big man actually holds it most of the time. Usually when he’s making music

They all grew up together which is why Shiver and Frye know what Big Man is saying

Shiver is Agender and wants to get top surgery. They use They/it

Frye is non binary, she/they

Big Man is also non binary. He/they/she. Tbh she doesn’t care what pronouns you use

During the end of their first splatfest big man did fall on shiver and frye and passed out. They were stuck there until they awoke. After a splatfest now they just have a cuddle pile to sleep in

They all love each other very much. They’re all in a polyamorous relationship

Big man’s name isn’t actually Big man. That’s his stage name

All of them are autistic and have adhd

Another big man one but he’s my blorbo so, he can’t eat solid foods. Shiver and Frye tried to cook him a meal and it didn’t end well for her

They’re all night owls, they get very grumpy when woken up. Especially big man

Big man gets flustered easily, he’s also pretty shy around new people. Shiver and Frye help her out by talking for them

#deep cut #splatoon #poly cut #error txt #splatoon shiver #splatoon big man #splatoon frye #hc

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x-letsbreaksomerules-x · 1 year

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Was messing around with this Flycam mod while playing, so heres a bunch of shots of the Deep Roads for funsies

#dragon age 2 #the deep roads #murphys gamer cave #fun fact. the room for the boss fight in the deep roads has no wall at the back of it. its just a lot of random excess geometry #also the lighting for the lyrium veins extends all the way down to the floor. but ONLY for the blue lyrium. Red doesn't have this effect.#a lot of sections of the deep roads are like blatantly low poly or covered up by massive amounts of fog to obscure the geometry #obviously this game was made in a short amount of time and it SHOWS in just how many corners are cut for the level design here.#they're saving AS much as possible. Though theres a couple corridors you'd never see that still exist for some reason #may continue to post screenshots of levels because there is a sad lack of environmental screenshots for this game.

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Silly fluff request: Big Man brings cake in during a splatfest. It’s not to be touched until the event is over. Shiver & Fyre want cake now. Hijinks ensure. :3

Happy splatfest!! i saved this request until the gear v grub v fun splatfest started so have some deep cut shenanigans!

As the splatfest went on, Deep Cut had to take breaks from performing in the studio to announce the current status of the teams and rest a bit before going out and hyping up everyone again. They were all excited and still ready to continue the festivities for the rest of the night, but of course as Frye was on team grub, she began to complain about wanting snacks.

"If you're bringing food to a deserted island, why would you not bring food to the splatfest? Did you think this through at all?" Shiver teased, hiding their mischievous smile behind their fan.

"Well, I brought cake! But it's only for after splatfest is over..." Big Man chimed in, gesturing his fin to the break room in the studio.

This caught Frye's interest, and Shiver perked up at the mention of cake. The two gave each other a quick look, before Frye started begging for a slice of cake now, "Please Big Man! C'mon it'll just be a slice and we'll have plenty still left when the splatfest is over!”

“Frye, the cake is for celebration after we’re all done. And it’s not just for us either, there needs to be enough for our crew too!” Big Man was firm in his stance, he was going to ask Shiver to back him up but they were notified they needed to get back out on stage.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go ahead an get out there,” the inkling groaned. However, while they all started to make their way out of the studio, Shiver hung back for a moment and eyed the door to their break room. They casually walked over to the other room and slipped inside, scanning the area for the cake Big Man had mentioned.

Over on one of the tables was a cake decorated with the splatfest team colors, frosting designs of gear, food, and games on their respective sides of the cake. The purple frosting of team gear looked amazing, and Shiver wondered what flavor of cake each section was - or were they all they same? Maybe the frosting was flavored differently instead, what flavor would team gear be?

“Shiver! Come on!” They heard Big Man shout, and they quickly left the room to join the others. However, not before taking a tiny swipe of frosting from the side of the cake to taste, the sneak peak of the flavor only made them more excited to eat the cake after the splatfest.

After another hour or two of the splatfest, Frye took a break to grab some water to soothe her throat after singing her heart out. The festival aspect of splatfest was her favorite part of it all, being able to see all the citizens out and about enjoying the night, dancing to the music, eating the street food available. Now she was reminded of her hunger again as she stepped into the break room, damn it.

Just as she uncapped her water bottle and began to drink, she saw something on the table to her left - Big Man’s cake. There were other snacks in the break room she could snag and eat quickly before heading back out, but the cake was what she really wanted. She looked around the room, realizing she was alone. It would be so easy to sneak a piece of cake right now, and nobody would know it was even her.

Frye grabbed a knife and examined the best spot to take a piece of the cake from, she wanted a piece of team grub’s themed section but it was right in the middle between gear and fun. A piece taken right out of the middle section of the cake - with the decorations of her team - would be way to noticeable and obvious it was her. What would the best decision be? Could she take some from Big Man’s side to deter the suspicion, or would that only point more fingers at her as an obvious attempt to cover her tracks? What about Shiver’s side, could she blame it on the octoling’s pride for her team and convince the others it was their doing?

She didn’t have time to think about this, if she wanted to take a slice and eat it she’d need to be fast. As if someone was reading her mind, a producer entered the break room right as she was about to cut into the corner of team gear’s side of the cake. She quickly hid the cake knife behind her as she turned towards the jellyfish.

“Hey boss! Lookin’ good tonight for the fest, shoulda been on my team if you wanted to win though,” Frye commented, trying to make natural small talk.

The producer shrugged, “I pick based on what I like not really who I think will win, but thanks. Aren’t you supposed to be out on stage?”

It had been about fifteen minutes since she left to get water, she needed to get back out with the rest of Deep Cut before it seemed strange that she took so long. She laughed anxiously, shuffling closer to the table to set down the knife as quietly as possible.

“Yep! Just headin’ out now, see ya around boss!” She gave him a finger gun as a goodbye and jogged out to head back up to the stage. On her other hand, a tiny bit of frosting had gotten on her finger which she licked off happily. “Damn, Big Man makes a good cake- this is good!”

Finally after a long weekend of festivities, turf wars, and performing, the splatfest had come to a close. The scores from each team would be counted overnight and revealed the next morning, but for now it was time for the trio to rest after a two day long concert. The most exciting part for Shiver and Frye was the opportunity to finally eat some of the cake they had been promised.

“Alright, I’m going to cut the cake now,” Big Man informed everyone in the room, his fellow bandmates, their producers, and other splatfest crew. “And I’ll let the first two pieces go to Shiver and Frye, since those two already couldn’t wait long enough to have some.”

The pair was excited to be receiving their cake first, but then they gave each other a confused look once they realized what Big Man had said. Shiver spoke up, “What do you mean? We waited all the way until now.”

Big Man laughed, dishing out a piece of cake to the inkling and octoling, “You think I didn’t notice your attempt at stealing my frosting? I saw when I came in for break and the only other people in there had been you and our producer. It had to be one of you, and I don’t remember boss ever complaining about having to wait for cake.”

“Awe we got found out that easy? I thought I was being super stealthy!” Frye whined, but became content once she was able to freely eat the sweet dessert. “Whatevs, I’m just happy I can eat it now.”

“Thanks Big Man, at least I had self control in not taking a whole piece when I easily could have.” Shiver began eating their slice of cake as well, thankful that they hadn’t been punished when they were caught.

“I won’t not let you have any cake, but you need to learn some patience, we’re not gonna have the same thing happen for the next splatfest!” Big Man continued to serve everyone, including himself, and sat down with Deep Cut. “Although, maybe for the next one I should wait to make it until half time? I need to Shiver and Frye proof my methods!”

“Or you can just let us have some cake early, that would work too,” Frye replied, mouth half full of cake. They continued to laugh and have fun throughout the night, and each of them were able to have a second piece of cake after everyone already had some. In this situation, Deep Cut really could have their cake and eat it too.

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